Thursday, March 1, 2012

A Writer’s Life



Hidden
(Wild Daffodil)

A Writer’s Life

A writer’s life

is not her own…

it’s like you sit right by the phone, waiting

most hours of the day

and oddest hours of the night,

and, of course, you look a fright--with

hair not combed

and glasses on…

for thoughts to drop right from the sky

(it’s like you’re just a passer-by…)

The thoughts may stay

but the words might go--

it’s like they’re not

your own,

you know.

4 comments:

  1. Writing is like that sometimes. :)

    I never thought of daffodils being wild. Those are beautiful.

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  2. Lynn~These pics are from last spring. I am so hoping to get back to the same spot. I just noticed some daffodils beginning to peep up here, locally.

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  3. lol - that's perfect, lg. Yes, it's waiting to see what thoughts stick around and make themselves at home that drives me crazy :)

    I can't wait to see the daffies again. :)

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  4. "what thoughts stick around and make themselves at home;" Talon~ I like that :-)

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